Escape Death Message [Infinite Stream]

Wu Wen finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

But before that, he had grabbed Mr.'s arm.

He wiped his husband's fingers with the napkin on the table, and then hesitantly said with a blushing face, "Sir..."

"Huh?" The gentleman's tone was a bit lingering, and he looked at Wu Wen with dark eyes, expecting what he would say.

Wu Wen looked at such a lazy gentleman, and couldn't help rolling his throat. He said, "Sir, next time you see my face dirty, just tell me...you touch me like this..." He didn't Staring at the leftovers on the table with embarrassment, he whispered: "In this case...won't it just wipe away the stains on my face?"

Ji Jisheng no longer supported his chin, he sat up straight, and the little hooks in his eyes disappeared.His expression was a little weird, and it took a long time before he asked without giving up: "You don't have anything else to say?"

Wu Wen's face was still a little red, but he saw that Ji Jisheng's face was not very good, so he quickly added, "Sir, don't be angry, I don't think your hands are unhygienic, I just think that doing this is like wiping a wall. Unclean."

Ji Jisheng opened his eyes a little bit and looked at him. The hatred in his eyes was so strong that Wu Wen couldn't ignore it...

After lunch, all the players returned to the previous white tent and went to find their own npcs.

Wu Wen's npc played throwing knives, probably because he had shown his training content at the beginning, there were quite a few players who chose him, and the couple of datamen were among them.

The knife-thrower they chose was Tom, a man in his 20s, but with a dull personality. There was an open bottle of beer on the ground where he narrated, and he smelled very alcoholic. Heavy.

"Well, among the few of you, those who want to show off their abilities will stand up first." Tom casually played with the throwing knife in his hand and asked without looking up.

At this time, someone was pushing Li Shiyu, asking her to try it.

Wu Wen remembered this pair of datamen and men.The man's name is Hu Mengte, and the woman's name is Li Shiyu.He and his husband had already received this information during the meal just now.

It is because the two of them are too ostentatious, Hu Mengte's identity as a data person is there, and his attitude towards Li Shiyu as a human being is really enviable by ordinary people, so everyone pays more attention to them. Yes, many players were talking about the two of them in the open and in the dark.

Hearing Tom's question, immediately there were players who watched the excitement and wanted Li Shiyu to try it.

"Huh?" Li Shiyu was taken aback, and accused him viciously, "What's wrong with you? If you want to recommend yourself, don't give someone else's name."

But what she said was lack of confidence. It can be seen that she was very afraid of being called by the NPC to show some ability. Even though she was so arrogant and domineering before, she still had conditioned reflex when she felt the danger at the first moment to see Humont.

Hu Mengte gave her a consoling look, wrapped Li Shiyu in his arms, and said: "Miss, if you want to try it yourself, you can do it yourself, you don't have to be so humble and call out my Shiyu's name. Mr. Tom, this lady seems to be a little impatient..."

Before he finished speaking, the woman interrupted in a panic: "What nonsense are you talking about! I didn't say I was going!"

She remembered Li Shiyu's words bitterly in her heart, and then looked at Hu Mengte who was really hurting her, but felt a little shy.

She was thinking: Data people are really good, with high strength, good looks, and loyalty!I don't know how that arrogant and ugly woman Li Shiyu abducted a data person like Hu Mengte!

Regardless of their intrigue, Tom has always maintained an attitude that has nothing to do with him.

After they were all finished arguing, he casually pointed and picked out one of the six players.

The person he picked was neither Hu Mengte and Li Shiyu, nor the jealous woman who was full of malice, but a fat man who was trying to shrink his figure and make himself invisible.

"It's up to you, you come up." Tom said decisively, watching the fat man move onto the stage slowly without tears.

"That... how do I show it?" Fatty was in a particularly anxious state, feeling that everyone was watching him, and felt even more embarrassed and panicked.

Tom laughed and said, "Can you throw a throwing knife?"

The fat man shook his head nervously.

Tom also seemed to have expected it a long time ago, without any surprised expression, "You are quite honest. Very good, save me from having to spend my time teaching a layman how to throw a knife."

He made the terrified fat man stand in front of a huge turntable, and said to him: "Since you don't know how to throw knives, then you should show your courage, which is also to show your ability, young man. "

He took the throwing knife and aimed at the roulette behind him with one eye squinted through the fat man, "Don't move around, just stand still and look at my knife skills, um...you blocked the heart, then I This time we will aim for the triple zone."

The fat man had long been terrified by this battle, and looked back at the three-fold area Tom had mentioned.

His body blocks most of the roulette, the only exposed triple is near his head.

His beady cold sweat had already flowed all over his face, and his expression was beyond panic.He had resistance written all over his face, but he kept his mouth shut obediently, stood stiffly, and looked at the other players under the table begging for help, hoping that everyone could help him with a word.

Wu Wen didn't appreciate the player's cowardice, but he still considered whether to help him.

But before he could decide what to do, Tom suddenly threw the throwing knife.

The flying knife flashed a sharp cold light in the air, and everyone's eyes followed the cold light.

The players originally thought that Tom was trying to show off his skills, but no one expected that his knife would just go straight into the fat man's eyes.

"Ah!!!!" Fatty let out a piercing scream.He sat on the ground with his buttocks in pain, twisting his fat body and struggling on the stage.

The gurgling blood flowed out from his eye sockets, and soon he was covered in blood.

The fat man screamed and wanted to cover his injured eyes with his hands, but the flying knife was embedded in his eye socket, so he could only cover the handle of the knife with his fleshy hand.He hissed in pain, screaming, "It hurts! It hurts!!"

He probably wanted the players present to help him pull out the knife that was welded into his eye socket, but the players below the stage had very bad expressions, and no one dared to step forward to help him.

The fat man's eyeball was pierced by a knife, and the bleeding continued. He quickly took out a prop from his trouser pocket and ate it, and the blood slowly stopped.

"Hiss... Can anyone help me, pull out the knife for me..." He was so weak that he didn't have the courage to draw the knife himself, so he could only beg like this.

Tom watched coldly for a while, seeing that he ate a ball and miraculously stopped the bleeding, so he asked, "Well... what did you eat just now? Do you still have that thing?"

Only then did the fat man realize Tom's existence, and hurriedly wanted to run off the stage, but he was caught by the ankle.

Tom dragged him by his fat legs and asked, "Are you still alive?"

Wu Wen has been watching nervously. He doesn't understand why Tom wants to ask about Fatty Ball. Could it be that he is also interested in the player's props?

The fat man on the stage finally seemed to understand what he said, he froze in shock, then shook his head in fear and hesitation.

But Tom didn't care about the magic prop like Wu Wen thought.He actually showed a relieved expression, with a cruel smile, "Then I'll help you pull it out."

Tom smiled maliciously. He held the exposed handle of the knife, slowly pulled out the knife stuck in the fat man's eye socket, and then inserted the knife into the other eye socket while he screamed. , blood splashed up...

While stabbing the fat man cruelly, he said nonchalantly, "Fortunately, there are not many, otherwise I would have to do it again, and it would be tiring."

So that's why Tom asked the question...

But... Wu Wen was fooled by this npc's wanton killing of players. Is there no prohibition on killing players in this dungeon?Or did the fat man just trigger the ban without them realizing it, so he was punished?

But he didn't bother to guess how long, because Tom quickly told him the cause of the fat man's death, "I don't like disobedient students the most." When Tom pulled the dagger out of the fat man's eye socket again, Bring out the eyeballs.

Fatty had already died gruesomely because he couldn't bear the excessive pain...

He took the piece of tissue off the dagger and threw it on the ground, crushed it with his feet, then took a sip from the wine bottle and sighed: "When I say brave, don't be cowardly, otherwise I can't help but treat you These lovely students have done something too much."

Tom was explaining the fat man's death.

Even though Wu Wen has gone through so many dungeons, he is still not used to seeing the death of his own kind. He turned pale, bit his lip and said nothing.

The gentleman patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

The woman next to her, named Li Shiyu, felt a little nauseated after seeing this scene. Hu Mengte, who was standing beside her, looked at her with pity and patted her on the shoulder.

But his eyes were staring straight at the direction of Ji Jisheng and the others...

After killing someone, Tom seemed to be tired. He glanced at the dirty stage, threw the knife in his hand to the ground with a bang, and then simply announced that the afternoon training was over. Instruct all the players present to find a rag to clean the stage, and transport the woman's body to Celine by the way.

The rest of the players didn't dare to disobey Fatty's orders because of Fatty's death just now.Except for Mr. and Hu Mengte who can remain calm, the remaining three players, including the arrogant Li Shiyu, all looked concerned, and no one raised any objections.

The few of them discussed briefly and decided who would clean up the stage and who would transport the corpse.And Tom didn't leave, just sat there drinking wine, watching them discussing this bloody grouping with stinky faces, and he would laugh twice inexplicably.